Hardcore
By Madcat
Shelly teaches the boys who's the boss.


I showed up at Russ's just after 4 PM. He was my lifelong friend and part time
drug dealer. Nothing big. Just a little weed and an occasional mushroom. It
had been this way for the last 10 years.

Exiting my vehicle on the street, I made my way up to the older, poorly
maintained 2-story house. My buddy lived in an old part of a dilapidated city
so the condition of the house was not unexpected. Neither was his little
sideline business.

Not that Russ had any other business to speak of. He floated from odd job to
odd job. While I was a strictly recreational user, Russ hit the weed, and
anything else he could get his hands on, a bit harder. It was a little sad
actually. The guy had been an all-star athlete and student back in high
school.

I knocked perfunctorily on the door and entered. We had known each other since
elementary school and Russ kept his operations under anybody's radar.

"Hello, anybody home?" I yelled to no one in particular. Russ wasn't the most
reliable guy in the world but when it came time to make a deal, he wouldn't
miss it. I just might have to wake him up is all.

Much to my surprise, Shelly came bouncing down the stairs. And when I say
bounce, I mean bounce. The chunky blonde sported simply enormous 44EE's,
flying free in a white tank top. And the house seemed to shake as she did the
bouncing. The last 10 years and two children had been rough on the ex- high
school homecoming queen.

Russ and Shelly weren't actually married, but had been living together, on and
off, since high school. Somewhere in the last decade, they found time to have
2 kids together. It had been hard on Shelly both physically and mentally. She
had gone from being one of the most beautiful chicks in school to a 250 lb
behemoth.

Not that she still didn't look good. Shelly's height (almost 6 foot) helped
offset some of those extra pounds and a lot of it went to those enormous
breasts. She still had a girlish figure even if it was on the plus side. Long,
strawberry blonde hair added to her appeal. Her face was chubby, though, and
seemed to be twisted in a permanent scowl these days.

Shelly wasn't supposed to be here. She no longer approved of Russ's unlicensed
pharmaceutical enterprise. We did business before 6 PM when Shelly would
normally come home from the office.

"Hi, Shelly. Is Russ around?" I said, staring at her wonderful melons. OK, I
had a hard on for Shelly since the seventh grade and probably would have it
for life, even if she shopped at the big and tall shop.

She landed just before me, almost knocking me down with those big American
hooters. I was just the opposite of Shelly, having lost 10 pounds since my
days as a linebacker on the football team. Life as bureaucrat in the county
government wasn't doing much for me. I wore shorts and a tee shirt on my 6-1,
190 lb frame. It was a hot day.

"No, he's not here right now." The girl lied.

It was as plain as the nipples on her enormous chest. If she wanted to play a
little game, then I'd play along. "Oh? Where is he then?"

"Beats me." The girl replied a little more convincingly. But she wasn't
moving. Obviously, Russ was upstairs. It wasn't that big of a house. Surely,
he could hear us talking.

Just in case, I amped up the volume. "Well, I'll just wait for awhile then.
I'll take a beer if you have one." I said with an annoying smile.

Shelly crossed her arms over her bosomy chest as I plopped down on the couch.
The idea of fetching me a beer must have been too much for her. I had called
her bluff and she knew it. The big blonde's scowl became more pronounced as
she started to talk. "Russ is indisposed at the moment."

"Shelly, Shelly, Shelly, you shouldn't lie to me like that. I might have to
put you over my knee if you keep this up." I joked, trying to imagine her
bountiful butt on my lap.

The busty blonde arched an eyebrow. "That'll be the day. But if you want, I
guess you can come upstairs and see him. We might as well get this over with."

I chuckled but something about the girl weirded me out. I didn't have the
foggiest what, but I was about to find out the hard way.

Shelly followed me upstairs. The wood creaked and groaned ominously as she did
so. It sounded like some kind of warning. The air became heavy on the second
floor. I had to resist bolting out of the house. Bracing myself, I walked
inside their open bedroom door.

Nothing in the world could have prepared me for what I saw. Russ was indeed
there. He was nude, his hands bound, hanging from a hook on the ceiling. His
cock dominated my vision, not because I'm a homo or anything, but because it
stood totally erect. I had known this guy for 20 years and never saw anything
like this.

"What the f ... " I muttered. Russ looked like he was stoned, staring glass-
eyed into the wall.

Shelly came up and put her thick arm around my shoulder. She whispered softly,
"You wanted to see him, there you go. This is the new Russ."

"What do you mean? What have you done?"

"I made some basic changes to our relationship is all." Shelly replied,
walking me around to his rear. "Lets just say I took control.

She obviously wanted me to see this. His skinny little butt was redder than a
beet. Angry red welts, criss-crossing his ass, added insult to injury. Shelly
had beaten my friend quite severely.

"You - You can't do that ... " I pointed out. That's when I noticed the buxom
blonde really holding me. It wouldn't be easy escaping her.

"I already did." She said with a proud smile.

"Why?"

"Do you really have to ask that question? Was Russ a good father to his
children? The drugs, the women, the gambling, the laziness, it's all going to
change. That includes you."

"What do you mean, me?" I said, breaking free of her shoulder hug.

"I don't want you or any other of his old drug-buddies coming around here
anymore." Shelly ordered. She put her hands on her double wide hips and stuck
her tits out at me.

You could cut the tension in the air with a knife. This female was challenging
me, ordering me about, daring me to do something to help my friend and trying
to physically intimidate me. No real man could let this challenge pass him by.

"You're fuckin' nuts." I replied using a rare curse word. I thought she
deserved it. "I'm going to ... "

Shelly cut me off. "Good. I was hoping you'd say that." The busty amazon said
with big smile. She really seemed to be enjoying herself. I guess after 10
years of abuse and heart-ache, it felt good to be back in control.

"What the hell does that mean?" came my totally ignorant question. I should
have known.

"Cause now I'm going to whip your ass just like I did Russ's. He's going to
watch and after I'm done, you are going to go and tell all of his other
friends to stay away. That should remove any lingering doubts about who's in
control here."

"You are nuts." I said firmly, not quite believing what I was hearing (or
seeing for that matter).

"Maybe. The question is what are you going to do about it?" Shelly said as she
stepped and grabbed my tee shirt around the collar.

That was indeed the question. I still could believe this girl. She had been a
typical week-kneed and perpetual girlfriend that took tons of crap and never
complained. Shelly had suddenly morphed into super-bitch. This new girl took
no crap from anyone. I definitely liked the old version a lot better.

But I wasn't going to fight her. At 28, I was well past that stage in my life.
Getting arrested for some sort of domestic abuse could cost me my job, my
family, everything.

"I'm calling the cops." I announced as I fumbled for my cell phone.

The big breasted female drove me back into a near by wall, exhibiting rather
exceptional strength. More than a little panicked, I flipped the phone and
started to dial.

9.

"Go ahead, call them. When they get here, I'll show them that bright shiny new
Ki in the basement." Shelly explained as she pinned me to the wall.

Another 9.

Well, the blonde bimbo had a point there. One simply could not call the cops
to help with a drug deal. I stopped dialing. Shelly grabbed me by the wrist
and began to force my hand down.

You see, Shelly was a very strong girl. Over the last ten years I had
conveniently forgotten this fact. She had been an all-star field hockey and
basketball player back in the day. As a young girl she also ran track, mostly
sprints. One day as a lark, Shelly tried shot put and easily won the event. A
few days later at practice, the stout lass beat the boys with their heavier
shot. The girl never threw again and kept her triumph quiet. She didn't
consider it lady like. Not surprisingly, none of the boys present saw fit to
discuss that disturbing display either. I was lucky enough to witness the
event.

And I had forgotten or repressed the memory just as quickly. Now this whole
thing started to make sense. Maybe I could call a couple other reefer buddies
and together we could straighten this thing out.

By this time the busty blonde had forced my hand way down to where I could
barely read the numbers. I struggled to break free of her grasp and call,
preferably on my way out to my car. The girl put her forearm across my neck
and used her unbearable weight to pin me to the wall. I wasn't going anywhere.

And her hand crushed my wrist like a vise. I thought some my carpals would
burst so I dropped the freaking phone. The very busty blonde obviously didn't
like it. Oddly enough, I became aware of her juicy melons against my chest at
this very moment. The enormous cleavage displayed defied description.

Then it was gone, the cleavage I mean. Shelly pulled back and proceeded to
crush my cell phone under her boot (tennis shoe actually). It splintered into
a million pieces. I guess she really didn't like the handy little device.

That wanton destruction of my personal property really pissed me off. The
angry bureaucratic in me jumped right in her face and shouted, "You're going
to have to pay for that!"

OK, using my new-found freedom to yell at this female time bomb was probably a
bad idea. But my in-breed male hang ups about hitting a female limited my
responses. Sadly, my half baked blonde enemy knew no restrictions. She
unleashed total war on my sorry ass.

It started with a simple push. She hit me hard with both hands, getting all of
her 44EE power into it. My masculine body hit the wall so hard I cracked it.
Then the bitch drove her fist into my nearly defenseless stomach. I doubled
over, retching badly. The coup de grace came next. Shelly reached her hand
betwixt my legs, picked me up and body slammed me. My first mixed fight had
gotten off to a bad start.

I opened my eyes to find the very voluptuous vixen standing over my body. How
long since the incredible body slam I don't know. I couldn't breathe but I
knew I had to do something. So I rolled to my feet and away from her.

There was simply no way to escape this blonde, buxom terror. As I got to my
hands and knees, she grabbed the back of my khaki shorts. RIPPPP!

The sound petrified me. It meant that this was no run of the mill assault.
This was sexual, something most men never give a thought to. I tried
desperately to grab the shorts but they were past ruined. Shelly yanked them
from my grasp in any case.

"Hmmm. Cute." The busty bitch said as I lay before her.

Her comments came from my, err, choice in undergarments. Actually they were my
wife's choice. She liked me to wear thong underwear, the skimpier the better.
If it meant more sex, and it did, who was I to argue. The wife also had a
fixation with body hair. So she weekly removed mine with some yucky smelling
stuff. Outside of a little peach fuzz, I was smooth as a baby's bottom.

I jumped to my feet, scared almost shitless. I stood before my fully dressed
female foe wearing just a red thong and a tight white tee shirt. The outfit
looked way too feminine, like panties and a cropped shirt, but there was no
time to worry about such matters. I was about to get my ass kicked. It was
fight or flight time.

Naturally, I chose fight. I was a decent sized guy and an above average
athlete, but the one thing I always did well at was fighting. It used to be a
way of life for me growing up. While I hadn't thrown a punch in anger in five
years, I knew I had to now.

My first blow came in hard and fast. It caught the bigger girl on the cheek
and snapped her head back. Next came a body blow to the stomach. Her body
seemed soft and resilient at the same time. I finished with another left
cross. She should have gone down at that point.

Well, Shelly didn't. Instead, the overly buxom bitch threw a punch at me! I
ducked it just time and countered with another body blow. It hurt her. She
ceased her attacks and covered her wounded right side. Shelly had definitely
messed with the wrong boy here.

I must admit, however painfully, that I was beginning to enjoy this. Kicking
someone's ass is always fun, don't let any one tell you any different. There
is an adrenaline/endorphin rush that is second to none. I felt this and
something more. I was avenging my friend and defending my gender, putting this
female in her place.

Then there was the sexual side. My little boy, so to speak, was getting his
dander up. Perhaps if Shelly hadn't ripped off my shorts, this might not have
become a factor. But that was water over the dam at that point. I wanted to
fuck this bitch in the worst way now, plain and simple, even if it meant doing
it in front of my old friend.

To wit, Russ, my nude and aroused buddy, started to cheer me on at this point.
"Hit the Bitch! Hit the Bitch!" he yelled out. I got the impression that he
wouldn't care much if I nailed his girlfriend.

I continued the relentless attack, hitting the girl with at least a dozen
punches. She fell back but, much to my amazement, did not go down. I thought I
was inflicting horrible damage but that seems not to be the case. I was only
pissing her off. Much to my horror, the buxom blonde came back at me.

It started after one of my nice body blows. My punch hit her stomach. Again,
her body felt soft but my fist seemed to bounce off her as if I were hitting a
trampoline. It looked like Shelly bent over from the blow. I thought an upper
cut might just end this stupid fight. So I cancelled the right cross that I
had readied and got into position for the uppercut. It was a careless and lazy
mistake.

Shelly came at me with startling speed for such a large, full figured woman. I
never got the upper cut off. The big chested bitch whupped me into bear hug,
trapping my arms at my sides. Then I found myself a foot off the ground and
hurling across the room at phenomenal speeds.

We hit the far wall with bone crushing force. Lucky for me, the old plaster
gave way first or I might never have walked again. I almost ended up out in
the hall. As it was, she pancaked me, driving the air from my already
struggling lungs. Shelly managed to reverse this fight completely in a matter
of two seconds.

It only got worse from there. The busty bitch rammed her fist into my stomach.
Unlike her, my softer body buckled. Shelly clamped me in a wicked head lock.

"I'm going to get you! I'm going to get you, asshole!" the chick promised.

With my ear pressed against her massive mammary, I could barely hear Russ
extolling me to 'quit fooling around' and 'kick her ass.' I certainly wasn't
doing the former and would gladly have done the latter. But I could not. Truth
be told, the fight was essentially over at that point. I couldn't breathe and
my arms felt like limp noodles. The awesome female had taken my best shots and
shrugged them off. Shelly paraded me around the room and I was powerless to
stop her.

Occasionally she would smash me in the face with her free left hand. I tried
desperately to extricate myself from the head lock but the girl was much too
strong. By the time she paused, I could barely stand. Russ still shouted some
encouragement but even he could see the darkness at the end of the tunnel.

Shelly turned to him. "Your pathetic little friend can't help you. He's as big
a pussy as you, you'll see! I'll make him my bitch!" she promised her boy
friend. I could only imagine what that meant.

I did however manage to pop my head free (either that or the girl simply
released me). Like that fighter I was, I raised my fists. Never say die, never
surrender.

The big breasted girl just laughed at me like I was some kind of joke. Maybe I
was, standing before her in just my thong and tight tee shirt. I looked down
to find my cock erect, sticking out of my skimpy underwear like a banana. I
was no better than my friend Russ! This was nothing less than total
humiliation. I lashed out at the horrible female that caused this.

Sadly, there was little power behind my punch, which even at the outset of the
fight, had little lasting effect on my amazonic foe. She plucked my right out
of the air like it was a softball.

I followed up with my left and it met the same ignominious fate. Shelly caught
both my punches. She now held my fists out in front of me like an obscene game
of patty-cake. Next the buxom bitch ratcheted up the pressure on my knuckles.
Pain shot up my arms, my knees finally buckled. I was done for.

She had reduced me to kneeling before her, begging like a little girl.
"Please, stop, pleeaassseee ... " I sobbed. So much for the never surrender
thing.

All I could see were her massive 44EE's, reinforcing the gender bending aspect
of my huge defeat. The girl's nipples had gone hard and they too were
gigantic. Shelly was getting off on this. At least I wasn't the only one.

"Submit to me." The busty blonde hissed as she peered over top her humongous
bosom. Shelly wasn't scowling anymore. She looked happy for the first time in
years.

"I submit. I submit." I replied quickly, effortlessly. But I couldn't look the
girl in her bright blue eyes. My gaze dropped to her loins. The smoothness
therein mocked my own erect manhood. You just couldn't escape the sexual
nature of this female victory.

"Kiss it." Shelly ordered. I instinctively understood what 'it' was. Just to
be sure, she parted her legs.

Yeah, I did it, not really even hesitating. I bent my head down and kissed her
pussy and tears rolled down my cheeks. It was my symbolic surrender to female
authority. I thought I had reached rock bottom. Boy, was I wrong.

Shelly released me and put her hands on those wide, utterly feminine hips.
"You are going to do whatever I say from now on. Today. Tomorrow. Whenever.
Got it?"

To emphasize the 'got it' part, the big voluptuous blonde grabbed my tee shirt
and used it to hoist me to my feet. She held me close, too close, as the tip
of my hungry cock rubbed on her bulging belly. We were literally nose to nose.

"Yes, ma'am." I croaked submissively. There was never a person more in control
at that point than Shelly.

The big bitch led me over to her bed. There she sat down and placed my utterly
compliant body over her lap. It was time to teach me the true meaning of
power. My hard cock felt strange and alien sandwiched between us.

Shelly wasted no time reddening my backside. She knew what she was doing and
the girl could hit like a female lumberjack. By the fifth whack, tears
streamed down my cheeks. On the 8th, I cried for the first time in memory. By
the tenth, I begged her to stop and kicked like a little boy.

"You men are all the same. WUSSES!" Shelly said, presumably to her bound
boyfriend who had gone ominously silent.

I got twenty whacks. The only benefit of the pain was that I didn't cum all
over the big fat bitch.

"Stand up!" Shelly roared.

This time I was more than happy to comply. Breathlessly, I stood before her
with 8 inches of manpower thrusting out of my thong. The girl had spanked me
with it still on.

"Strip!" Miss 44 ordered.

I sobbed softly as I did so. This seemed like my greatest submission to
Shelly, as if I fully acknowledged her supreme authority. I also realized that
I was about to be raped by this girl and there was nothing I could do about,
now or later. What kind of man could go to the cops about something like this?

The tee shirt came off first. "Shelly, please, don't do this. You're ... " I
started to say.

"Just shut up and strip." She commanded.

I slowly pulled the thong off. It really wasn't covering much but for some
reason I hated to loose it. Being naked seemed to propel me into a whole new
world. By this time, my manhood simmered with sexuality. Despite my seething
hatred for this woman, I wanted to be raped in the worst way.

But not in the way this sick, perverted woman had in mind. She smiled, grabbed
me, and kissed me full on the lips. Her soft-hard female flesh seemed to
engulf my slender body and threatened to launch my man-missile prematurely.
The buxom bitch broke away just in time.

"Don't move a muscle." Shelly warned me in a hard yet sexy voice.

I watched as she moved over to her dresser and dropped her white shorts. The
girl wasn't wearing any panties and her soft blonde bush seemed to smile back
at me. Then she pulled it out of the dresser.

The blood rushed from my head and I got weak in the knees. "OH MY GOD! Shelly,
you - you ... "

By that time she had strapped it on and was walking towards me. I wanted to
run but my fear of this woman kept me rooted to the floor. Logically, I knew I
couldn't escape her even if I tried. The busty babe stopped before and slapped
my penis with hers.

"Mine is bigger than yours! Mine is bigger than yours." Shelly giggled
playfully. She thought this was somehow funny. A bottle of baby oil appeared
in her hand and the girl began to rub her big, hard dick in a lewd manner.

"Please ... " I begged, trembling in fear.

"Shut up and get on your hands and knees."

Much to my utter shame, I did precisely what I was told. She had made me her
bitch. The girl did me doggy style, on the floor, in front of my old friend.
To Shelly's credit, she took it easy on me. She obviously knew what she was
doing here. That meant I wasn't the first one to get this very special
treatment. I glanced up at Russ still hanging there even though Miss 44 held
my by the head.

I saw shame, humiliation and a touch of sympathy in his tired blue eyes. It
turned into a bizarre male bonding moment as we became members of the same
club. We both sported large, erect members, in effect, paying homage to this
dominant and despicable woman.

That's when I heard the other female's voice. It sent shivers of horror up my
spine.

"Hey, sis. What you doin'?" the girl said from behind us.

I couldn't see her. Hell, I didn't even notice she was in the room. It took a
moment for me to figure out who it was.

"Just teaching one of Russ's buddies who the boss is." Shelly replied as she
nailed me. Her voice sounded thick and guttural.

I knew Shelly's sister, though not well. Her name was Shauna, sweet, young and
utterly gorgeous. She was everything Shelly used to be and perhaps more.
Shauna stood 5-8 with big DD's and luscious and long black hair. She was
better proportioned than her bigger sister.

Last weekend I spied Shauna hanging out at Russ's in a green and white striped
bikini. It was an awe inspiring sight. Momentarily forgetting my wedding vows,
I tried to chat her up but got nowhere. The big chested bikini babe would not
give me the time of day. Now, I was getting raped right in front of her. Funny
how the world turns.

"Looks like fun. I told you this would work." Shauna added.

"Why don't you join the fun?" the blonde suggested as she continued to boff
me.

"Don't mind if I do."

I really wasn't following all the details of the girl's conversation. At least
until the buxom babe appeared in front of me. She wore a green mini and
stockings. Before I could say 'cunning linguist', Shauna sat down a spread her
legs. A pair of green panties beckoned to me. Within a few seconds I had my
head under that mini-skirt, sucking off the sister of the devil.

The encounter was quite exciting yet not enough for me to climax. Not so for
big, bad Shelly. She came hard, shaking my little body like a leaf. Then the
busty blonde disengaged me.

"I'm going to go take a shower." The big girl said. I tried to look back, but
Shauna kept my nose to the grind stone.

"Ah - ah, you're not done yet." Sexy Shauna said.

I plunged my tongue in deeper. My cock ached, wanting a turn at the prime
female prize. But that was not to be. Shauna came twice before standing up. I
knelt before her like dog.

"That was nice. I knew you were good for something." She said, leering down at
me over her firm melons.

"What about me?" I croaked. I had to ask.

"Stand up." The busty brunette ordered, almost casually. She sounded naturally
dominant, perhaps even more so than her big sister.

I did as she ordered, standing bow to stern naked and aroused. Shauna tickled
my smooth balls.

"Uooo, hairless balls. I like that. Stand over here." The fully clothed girl
said, nudging me with her free hand.

I soon found myself facing my old buddy. We were now both naked and so
horribly abused. Shauna took up both, me in her left hand, Russ in her right.

Her wickedly evil plan became very apparent as I stared at Russ's cock. It was
pointed straight at me as mine was at him. "Nooo! Shauna, don't." I whined as
the girl played with my throbbing cock.

Shauna just laughed at me. Russ said nothing. Obviously, he had become more
accustomed to such indignities. I fought back. Not literally of course. I
couldn't run either with Shauna holding my most prized appendage. So I fought
the feeling, not allowing myself to succumb to this busty brunette.

Sadly, Russ didn't. He came all over my chest, his body shaking like it was in
a giant earthquake. My body followed suit before Russ finished. It ignored my
mental commands, spraying my friend like a fire hose.

"OOOW- WEEE! That was a classic." The buxom brunette laughed.

It was a humiliating end to a disgraceful day. I choked back tears as I looked
down at my inferior male body covered with another man's seed. Fighting back a
sudden urge to vomit, I croaked, "I should go now."

"That would be a good idea." Shauna agreed as she removed her belt. It was
thin and black and mean looking.

I bent down to grab my clothes and the busty bitch zinged me across the ass. I
saw it coming from a mile away but I yelped in pain none the less. Shauna
giggled playfully, her big D cups heaving in her tight, low-cut mini skirt. My
naked body provided her an excellent target. She proceeded to chase me around
the room as I tried to retrieve my scattered clothing. I moved quickly but
Shauna was even faster. She turned my exit into a disgraceful and agonizing
male rout.

Forgetting my shirt, I burst out of the bedroom and flew down the stairs, only
to run into the other sister from the infernal pits. Shelly was nude except
for an utterly insufficient towel around her great bosom.

"Looks like you had fun." She said, smiling. Something of Shelly's old high
school personality had returned. She seemed prettier.

I didn't know what to say to her. Obviously, I had enjoyed our little
encounter but I hated it too. Life could be so complicated. So I just stood
there, naked and speechless.

In an act of kindness, the busty blonde took her damp towel and cleaned my
smooth chest off. For that, I was extremely grateful. Not only did I get rid
of some nasty body fluids, I got to see two wonders of the world: Shelly's
twin peaks.

Oh my god! They were huge: big and bouncy, full and floppy with nipples the
size of Texas. My old lady was a B cup at best. Outside of books, I had never
seen marvelous things. So I just stood there, naked and speechless and
staring.

Shelly continued as she wiped, " ... I didn't really mean what I said
earlier."

"Oh, ah, what was that?" I managed to reply, looking at her huge tits.

The girl threw her towel away and picked my chin up, forcing me to look her in
the eye. "You can come over anytime." She said with a sparkle. "You can come
see me."

"OK, thanks." I replied, knowing I would have a snow fight in hell before I
ever came back here.

Miss 44 must have read my mind. "Do you want to touch them?"

"Huh?"

"My boobs. You seemed to be very interested in them." The girl replied.

I reluctantly agreed, not wanting to insult my gracious hostess. My hands went
to them with reverence and awe. I kneaded the soft female flesh and thumbed
the big pink nipples. Shelly moaned most softly.

"You can kiss them if you want." She suggested.

Always the gentleman, I bent down and did just that. I had waited for this
moment for 15 years. It was better than I could ever have imagined as my head
got momentarily lost in her canyon of cleavage.

This went on for a couple of minutes. In the back ground I could hear the lash
of Shauna's belt and the pitiful sobbing of my male friend. But I paid it no
heed, wanting this moment of erotic exploration to never end. Her nipples just
felt great in my mouth.

Finally, Shelly pulled my eager beaver head back and held me by the wrists. We
both looked down to see an erection sprouting up from between my legs. I knew
then that I wouldn't be leaving any time soon.

Shelly confirmed it. "Look at that. Something's up." She said with a big ass
grin.

The next I know I was flat on my back. The old house had hardwood floors, not
the most comfortable. But I didn't care. Shelly straddled my slender hips and
took me, consumed me, and engulfed me. We made love on the floor.

It was a surreal, woman-on-top experience. We did it for more than a half an
hour, easily outstripping my usual 3 minute love fests. Shelly was neither
kind nor gentle. For the most part she kept me pinned to the floor,
controlling my every move. Her 250 pound body did the rest.

Occasionally she let me fondle her huge tits but never for long. The girl
enjoyed re-pinning my weaker arms in a display of her physical superiority.
Accompanying this female domination was sounds of Shauna's lash and Russ's
sobs. Weird.

But the end was spectacular. It built up like high pressure steam in a boiler.
Finally it broke thru. Shelly came and I followed seconds later. The girl bent
over and kissed me hard. Our bodies briefly became as one ...

The next thing I knew I was back in my car, driving away. Guilt came at me
from every direction. But the big question was: would I ever go back there?
Somehow, I knew I would.